Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Franke,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.